Bleach Fanfic Crossover Novels & Stories

“But I want you to believe that I’m going to do everything in my power to make things the way they used to be. I want us back, Blair.” The way they used to be? I wanted to tell him that was impossible — that version of me was buried at the bottom of a pool. But my voice failed me as my gaze drifted past his shoulder. My heart didn’t just stutter; something inside me seemed to wilt. Zayn was on the dance floor too. His hand was splayed across Meera’s lower back, pulling her close in a way that looked intimate. They moved together with a natural grace that spoke of years of familiarity rooted in generations of Alpha blood. The sight sent a sharp ache through me.

Lucian and his friends once again stood at the sky arena for the 2nd day of the tournament. He noticed that there are only half of the students that registered passed the first test. The other half were either incapacitated or imprisoned. Thankfully, there were no deaths in the first match. Somehow, the Healing Krysts arrived before someone could die. Blaise told them when he visited last night that Bloom could be Chloe. Why she introduced herself as Bloom, they don't know. They haven't able to talk to her yet. She seemed to appear and then disappear. Lucian made sure to approach her later.

We've buried the past and moved on to our future. "Probably not if you don't want your nose and balls to throb," Vega said, and we continued to laugh. "Well, alright then, I'm going to shower; you both go ahead and carry on," Blaze said as he walked towards the bathroom. Vega and I looked at each other and laughed some more. "I'm pretty sure Jace came back with Blaze. I'm going to go get me some; why don't you do the same," Vega said as we both got up and hugged each other.

“My father knows I’ve recovered. Staying there was a waste of time for both of us. And if there’s one thing he hates, it’s wasted time.” I let out a soft chuckle. “I’m just glad you got better so quickly.” He raised a brow, his smirk widening. “I’m Lycan, Blair. What did you expect?” Rolling my eyes, I threw a playful punch at his arm and he barely even flinched. He gave me a mocking look and I playfully rolled my eyes. As we drew closer to my room, I became aware of something strange. The hallway was buzzing with people throwing angry looks or pointing accusing fingers at me. Doors creaked open and my ears picked up hushed murmurs echoing around us.

Answer me as soon as you see this, please. **[Riley]: Don't forget about tomorrow. We have to maintain the campus facade.** **[Riley]: Luke, seriously, don't do anything stupid with your brother.** I dropped the phone onto the mattress, watching as the screen slowly went dark. I covered my face with the sheets, forcing myself to close my eyes. I knew that the next day I would wake up to play the role of the devoted girlfriend all over again. --- LUKE’S POV A beam of sunlight, dense and heavy with dust motes, pierced through the glass of my room’s large window, hitting my eyelids directly like a red-hot needle.

Reality outside the viewport didn't just bend; it shattered. The blue sky and fluffy white clouds of Earth were instantly replaced by a blinding, chaotic kaleidoscope of impossible colors. This was The Bleed—the hyperspace between dimensions. It was a terrifying, mesmerizing ocean of raw data streams, dormant magical energies, and the skeletal remnants of erased realities.

He opens his heart to her. Completely out of energy, Blizzard decides to lay down for his final rest next to the shivering little Naomi. She reaches out and caresses his scarred beak. -"Please tell my family I love them." She forces the other tear into Blizzard's mouth. -"Silly girl, what have you done." Blizzard's old plumage is restored by the tear's healing properties, allowing me to take in his magnificent exotic new look.

Which means Rowan, the bane of my existence, is now my stepbrother. I spat into the sink and rinsed my mouth, staring at my reflection, hoping maybe I’d wake up and this would all be a bad dream. No such luck. My toothbrush was pink, my pajamas were covered in cartoon cats, and today, I was packing up my life to move into enemy territory. Lucky me.

For a moment, the air between us felt too heavy, too charged. I was the first to look away. Hunter exhaled, the sound somewhere between boredom and amusement, before reaching for the bowl of bleach again. He pulled a chair closer, the legs making a muffled scraping noise against the plush carpet, and plopped down beside me. Without a word, he dipped the brush into the thick mixture and started applying it to a streak of his own hair, right beside the crimson one already there. I arched a brow, watching him. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Then let me carry it with you.” The moment my fingers brushed his skin, the bond surged light. It rippled through both of us, hot and wild. The mark on my arm flared gold, his silver. For an instant, the world tilted and I saw through him. A flash of claws. The battlefield under moonlight. The scream of a dying wolf. Then gone. I staggered back, breathless. “What was that?” “Memory bleed,” he said, steadying me. “The bond’s merging too fast.”